Sobell’s fingers were larger than his, and produced an intense sensation ofspreading—a sensation that made Clove viscerally aware of the extent of this new passage.He felt strange new muscles ripple in him deeply.Eagerly.As if they would suck Sobell’s fingers inside if they could.
“Not your love, am I?”asked Sobell softly.
He pressed Clove against the wall of the pool, adjusted his hand, and did something new with his fingers.
This time Clove could not hold back the moan—he could only bite the end off it, terminating the sound in a pathetic little whimper that made Sobell smile.
“Wet as summer rain,” said the dragon-man.“Tell me,love…” He leaned down, putting his lips against Clove’s jaw as the smaller man turned his head stubbornly away.“…if all this isn’t for me, then whoisit for?I’d like to meet the man who can scale these walls and hide himself away so neatly.”
His fingers sank deeper.
Clove could not even speak, let alone contest Sobell’s words.All he could do was try not to humiliate himself completely.
It was an effort doomed to failure.
His body clutched at Sobell’s fingers, shuddered in response to Sobell’s breath on his cheek.He could feel the throb returning to his cock, heat welling up once more in the cowl surrounding it.
He was helpless.Too weak to resist.
And he did notwantto be strong.
Clove all but let his body give out as Sobell abruptly lifted him, perching him on the shelf of the pool wall once more in order to spread Clove’s thighs.In order to push up his now erect sex, to thumb apart the edges of Clove’s soft-lipped lower mouth and watch it drool all the more.
Dazed, hot-faced, hard-breathing, Clove looked down with no will to act.
And then he saw what proximity, shadow, and rippling water had concealed.
Sobell had had two cocks in his dragon’s form.
And he had two of them now.
Human in appearance, but monstrous in size, both shafts bowed out from Sobell’s groin with flushed, twitchy anticipation.
Clove did not have time to do more than gasp incredulously, just once.
Because then Sobell leaned down.
He wrapped his mouth firmly around the soft-skinned bundle of cowl, cock tucked safely inside, and began to slowly take Clove’s mind apart.
ChapterSeven
Sobell’s lips pressed with firm intention on new, unfamiliar flesh and licked inward, penetrating his sheath with such precision and accuracy, it would have been easy to believe he’d done so countless times before.That long, long tongue ventured inward, teasing, flicking, until it reached Clove’s base and changed course, encircling his girth and licking it in its entirety all the way to the hidden underside of his glans.
The pleasure was such that Clove’s whole body stiffened like it had under the effects of the elves’ evil magic.
A moan hitched in his throat.
As much as he searched frantically inside himself for fury, for outrage at this transformation worked against his will, he could find no anger within him.There was only desire.The change itself stoked desire, brought ‘wanting’ to a boil, flooded him with it.Undeniable.Irresistible.
He liked it.
Wanted more of it.
Wanted Sobell to bury his tongue inside of him as often as he could, licking, stroking, celebrating his body with this unholy invasion and promising through mounting pleasure that soon enough, there would be more.
Sobell detached his lips briefly to look up.Clove had no way of knowing what expression his pleasure-numbed face wore, but whatever it was, it made the dragon-man smirk.
Sobell rested his lips atop Clove’s throbbing cowl.
